The lost and found are scattered
On this ground
By and by
We ossify
From the middle
You can't see the bounds
It's the sky
The growth has clothed
Let us rest our bones
Buried all
And sowed the salt
Now it's clear
Where all things go
From here
It's the sod
The road is long
Those days seem far
Another life
And yet
What's back there
It's all right here
Lost in time
Round and around this race
The pull of this place
We fly - and salt this town dry
